A POSSIBLE PROMOTION
THE OFFER:
"I'll promote you if you fuck me."
"What?" Angie could not believe what she had just heard from her boss, Gordon Jones. "I can't believe you just said that."
"I'm serious. There is that senior analyst position that needs to be filled and you would be a great choice."
"So then promote me."
"Well, I have a choice between you and Joyce (the other analyst in the office). I'm under pressure, all of the branches are under pressure to promote minorities, so promoting Joyce would earn me some diversity hiring points."
"But I'm better than her."
"Yes, you are, much better, but either choice could be easily justified. I'm leaving for the home office in five months, so it doesn't matter to me either way. I do like you much better, but you'll still do a good job regardless of whether you are promoted or not; so maybe something could be in it for me."
"Have you made the same offer to her?"
"You've got to be kidding. She'd smother me."
"Well, you choose whoever you want. My answer is no. I'm going home." She stomped out.
Angie had worked for Gordon Jones for two years and she really liked him as a boss. He was always open to new ideas and had a good sense of humor. He never got flustered. He seemed to care about people and participated in the outreach activities to the local community and schools. He was a co-chair of the regional United Way campaign. He was a good-looking man. They had become casual friends, often talking about personal issues and joking about many of the ironic things they dealt with.
She always wore attractive clothing to work. It was what she had been taught was proper. However, attractive clothing meant not just stylish and pretty, it meant a little tight here and there, skirts and tops that revealed some cleavage. Angie was a nice-looking woman, so it was natural for Jones to look at her. There is the underlying question of why women wear such attractive clothing; do they do it just because its stylish and looks nice, or is it stylish and looks nice to men.
Jones had never come-on to Angie before. He was discrete about looking at her, and occasionally got a brief upskirt view or a view down her blouse to see the top of her breasts and her frilly bra. He liked her legs and thought she had a nice ass too. Recently divorced, Jones was looking for female companionship and thought Angie was the nicest looking woman in the office. But her knew she was married and that an inappropriate comment could get him fired. Consequently, he never ever flirted with her. When the opportunity to promote someone into the senior analyst position presented itself, he took a big chance and made the offer to Angie. She had turned him down, but her reaction was relatively mild. There might be a chance, he thought.
AT HOME, SEX:
That evening, after the kids were in bed, Angie and her husband Mike were cuddling on the couch, watching TV.
Angie said, "My boss said he'll promote me if I fuck him." She said it in a casual way.
Mike said, "Huh?"
"He really said it. There is a senior analyst position that is a few grades above where I am now. He said he'd promote me if I fuck him." She was teasing and wanted to hear Mike's reaction. She knew that he was (and she was) turned on by erotic stories of swapping and sharing wives.
"You should report him; that's outrageous. I can't believe someone would say something like that. Are you serious, he said that?"
"Yes, he really said it. I should've slapped him or something, but I let him talk about the promotion for a few minutes before I walked out on him."
"Report him."
"To who? He reports to a guy in the home office who thinks he's a fair-haired boy. They're promoting him to the home office in a few months. Plus, if I make a big deal about it, I can kiss any chance of getting the promotion goodbye."
Angie continued, "He said he would get points for promoting a minority, so they could promote that bitch, Joyce. He's leaving in five months and doesn't give a shit about what happens after he's gone. He said he thinks I'll keep doing all the work anyway. He said he wants there to be something in it for him."
"Wow!" said Mike. "Is he getting any from anyone else?"
"Not that I can tell, but you never know.
"Isn't he married?" Mike had met Gordon Jones at the occasional office social events, and knew him, but not very well.
"He's recently divorced and hasn't gotten back in the game so he's probably horny as hell. There have been rumors about him in the past." Angie said.
Angie was wondering how her husband would react. He wasn't angry; he seemed more curious than anything. She knew that some men were turned on by knowing that their wife was desired by other men. She and Mike had teased each other about one of them flirting with another person. Angie often teased Mike about her little sister. He always seemed very interested in the sister and was always horny after they'd spent time with her. Mike liked to ask his wife about the boyfriends she'd had before they were married. Angie would embellish her tales of intimacy with her previous beaus and they would have fantastic sex after she had given Mike a salacious description.
She looked at Mike's crotch and saw the bulge of a hard cock. Maybe it was her imagination, but it looked exceptionally hard, like when they were dating and she would leave him frustrated when she left to go back to her dorm.
She rubbed his bulge and said, "Well, what do we have here? Does this talk turn you on?"
"It's just a reaction to being near you."
"Uh huh. You like to read stories about wives getting it from someone else. Is that what you're thinking about?"
"I guess, but it's just a fantasy, not something I'd ever want you to do."
"But you get turned-on imagining me with someone."
They began to kiss. He reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then pulled her blouse over her head. He began to fondle her tits and then put his face in her chest, savoring the scent of her perfume and the soft flesh of her breasts. She rubbed her fingers through his hair to encourage him.
Angie said, "It feels so good when you do this. Should I let my boss have a go at my tits?"
Mike dropped to the floor and pulled her pants and panties down with one motion, leaving her naked. He pushed her legs apart and dove into her pussy. He was licking her sex, using his tongue and fingers to stimulate her. Angie was excited and squirmed on his face, helping him to get to the best spots. She had a hairy pussy; the pubic hair on her pussy-lips contrasted with the vivid pink color of her glistening vulva.
"I'm not the only one turned on by this." He said.
"Just a fantasy." She said as she rocked on his face. Then she said, "Would you like if there was a little bit of cum in my pussy for you?"
Mike answered by increasing the intensity of his attack on her pussy. His tongue swirled inside her vagina, an obvious response to the comment about another man's cum being inside her.
She said, "Oooh, someone's excited. I could get a promotion and you would get the opportunity to eat my sloppy pussy."
Mike rose up and entered her with a cock so hard that it ached. He leaned her back on the couch and humped her vigorously. She returned his passion, clutching him tightly to her and squeezing his prick inside her vagina. They were consumed by their passion until he released a large load of semen into her as she came again.
They held each other as they calmed down and exchanged, "I love you."
Angie teased him, "We could us the extra money."
He looked at her and said, "You wouldn't dare."
She said, "Are you daring me?"
"What if I was?"
She stood for a moment, letting him ogle her nude body, knowing she turned-him-on. They went off to bed and quickly fell asleep, naked, in each other's arms. Their thoughts were on their titillating conversation as they drifted off. He was still aroused by his wife's talk of infidelity and she was thinking about how horny it had made her husband to talk about such things.
THE NEXT DAY
Mike and Angie didn't mention anything in the morning until the kids had left for school. They were finishing their breakfasts and preparing to leave for work.
Mike asked, "Busy day today?"
Angie had been thinking and said, "I'd like that promotion. I hope they'll give it to me without me having to put out."
Mike mulled over her words. She had just said she hoped to get promoted without having to screw her boss, but what if she had to screw him to get it?
He looked at her, wondering if he'd heard her clearly. "You mean you'd screw him if you had to?"
Angie realized what she had said, "I didn't mean to imply that. I just meant I hoped it wouldn't come to that."
"But if it did?"
She was a bit bothered by his naivety. She looked at him. "It's easy for you men to just be promoted on merit."
"Oh, come on. Don't start with that stuff about how tough it is for women."
She snapped back at him. "You don't know what goes on sometimes."
Her comment riled him, "We have to suck-up to bosses, everybody does."
She said, "You may have to suck-up to them, but you don't have to suck their dicks."
"Come on, you've never had to do anything like that."
She snapped, "How do you know. You're not there. You think I could dress like a frump and still succeed. How a woman looks is so important. Guys want to see some skin, leer at asses in tight dresses, look up skirts and see nipples through blouses."
"I don't."
"You lying asshole. I've seen the women you work with."
"They are all professional women. You shouldn't say that."
Angie persisted, "Don't tell me you don't like Carla's tits or the way Moira wears those short skirts."
He walked away.
Angie stood and asked, "How do I look? Would you promote me?" She was wearing a tight white blouse. Mike could see a hint of her nipples through her clothing. He skirt was just below her knees, but she had shown a lot of leg when she had been sitting.
Mike kissed her and said, "You look so damn hot. I'd promote you then fuck your brains out." He didn't think about the impact of his words in the context of Angie's situation.
They left it at that; they both had to go to work. They both had erotic thoughts on their way to work. She was wondering how her husband would react and how she would feel about herself if she let her boss fuck her. He thought of his wife, naked with her boss, letting him have his way with her.
